Family, Melbourne

No place like home

There is no place like home. There is no place like home.

Over the weekend, from Friday to Sunday, I went to a writers’ workshop. I gathered with like-minded individuals who work hard to hone their craft. You know the kind? The ones whose eyes don’t glaze over when you start talking about your writing?

It was wonderful. The feedback I received on my extract was helpful, critical, generous and worthwhile. I’ve spent the last few days since the workshop, making small and huge changes.

As a writer, I don’t know where I’d be without feedback. Well, actually I have a fair idea. Languishing in a sea of despair, wondering why I am bothering, wondering if I am wasting my time.

I walked in the door on Sunday night, elated, excited, exhausted. Recharged, refreshed and revamped. But oh so glad to come home to my crew.

There is no place like home.

 

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